Deputy John Parrish: A Short Story

On December 29, 2015, at approximately 10:36 PM I, Deputy Ragsdale, was dispatched to the Wood County Sheriff Office lobby in reference to a theft of a firearm.

Chief of police DiSario was responding to a call that said there was an armed man inside a nursing home near Columbus, Ohio (Gunman Kills Ohio Police Chief, 2 others, 2017). When the Chief of police arrived, he was ambushed. The last thing that DiSario said on the radios was that he had the gunman in sight. Two people who worked at the nursing home were also shot and killed. The gunman was a 43 year old man by the name of Thomas Hartless, which I find rather fitting. Considering what he did. In 2010, Mr. Hartless was sentenced to two years for abduction and assault, but was released eight months later (Police Chief killed, three dead in shooting, 2017) Then he was also arrested for domestic violence at the beginning of 2017. Hartless had taken two hostages into a wooded are. However, they were found, unharmed. homas Hartless was also shot and killed at the scene. Hartless girlfriend was one of the employees that was killed during this endeavor. I’m not entirely sure of where these two men were shot. I can’t find it anywhere. Unfortunately, Steven was Chief of police for a few weeks before his life was

With that letter it’s noon and I’m most likely to find her at Sammy’s. I see her a little ways up the street, and I start to run towards her. She turns around because someone starts to talk to her. Once I reach her I spin her around, and kiss her. Her reaction feels shocked at first, then she kisses me back once she realizes who it is. After the kiss was over I notice her crying I ask “Why are you crying beautiful?” She says to me “It’s been so long I thought you would have forgotten about me.” I look at her with tears welling up in my eyes and reply “I could never forget about the girl of my dreams, the girl that I love, and the girl I can’t live without.” I then decide that this moment is the perfect moment. I then with no second thought got down on one knee. With no words in my mouth to say she still understood what my gesture meant. She then with no words in her mouth to say nodded yes. I then stood upright, and tilted her back a little bit. I kissed her yet again, but this time more passionately with more meaning. I knew deep down inside of me that this is my girl, my everything, and here shortly she will be my wife and the mother to my

Detective Aubrey Cotille wants to catch a killer. Someone is murdering families in New Orleans. She’s tasked with finding who it is. There are no fingerprints and no evidence of any kind to be found at the scenes of the grisly murders. The fathers and children are killed, but the mothers are missing. Being the lone detective on the case doesn’t faze Aubrey much. In fact, she likes it better than having a partner. But one is assigned to her. But not just any partner. Her ex-husband, Detective Anton Broussard has returned to New Orleans. He’s been assigned to the 6th Precinct and is now her partner. Their divorce didn’t come about because they no longer loved each other. Aubrey has never stopped loving him. It’s one of the reasons she’s put

Jane Shore’s poem, This One, gives an inside look on the breakdown of a relationship. I guess what the statistics have been reign true; America has the highest divorce rate in the entire world. How appropriate. Anyways, think of our speaker as a child both main characters, This One and That One, share. Though the speaker does not have a juvenile mindset, as he is clearly quite developed in thought and words choice, that does not matter.

My new partner, Jack, was a tall man, guessing he got deported down here, because I have never seen him previously. Moreover, we introduced ourselves, we made small talk but quickly got into the case. Looking at the murder scene, everything seemed a little off. The evidence that was here for us did not look like it was from a normal murderer, it seemed to have come from a person intelligent enough to hide who they were. There were no fingertips, no hair, no left weapon, everything seemed like the murderer planned everything out perfectly. Gathering as much evidence as we could, we head back to the police department. As we entered the department, I noticed that Jessica’s desk was cleared. Bewildered, me and Jack go to the upstairs room to run the files. “We think we know who murdered the sheriff, but no one wants to point fingers without evidence”, as Jack opened the door for me. Walking in, thoughts run through my head, it couldn't of been Jessica, could

“Well, uh. I-we should get going if we wanna beat the traffic. A-and you guys don't wanna be late to your movie do you?” I said as I opened the passenger door to my car waiting for Camila to get in. She walked over to her friends and told the all, individually, bye, before walking over to me and giving a weak smile before getting into my car. The ride to the hospital was as awkward as the greeting. I looked over at me every once in awhile to see if she was ok, and a few times I tried to talk to her, but she would just glare at me and shoot down any attempts I made to start a conversation. I don’t think she meant to be rude, she just has a lot going on in her head that she’s trying to figure out. I saw a tear roll down her cheek so I put my hand in hers, letting her know that I was here for her, then it wasn’t so awkward and comfortable silence fell until we got to the

To his surprise, she did not agree with his notion that the abortion was the right action for them to take. He grew increasingly impatient and shot back: “No, we can’t. It isn’t ours anymore.” He was clearly becoming agitated and desperately wanted to change her point of view. He wanted to scare her off the idea that everything would be the way it was now. He refused to take her side of the argument seriously, and continued to coax her into sacrificing the unborn child for “their happiness to endure.” His harsh response helped her to realize that he was not seriously interested in having a family, so she had a tough decision to make.

Mark finally headed home one night from going out with his police force. They had just solved a big counterfeit problem and needed some time outside of work. Mark, Audrey, Jordyn, Madison, and Carter have been on the same force for just over 2 years. New York City has had many cases and Mark’s police squad has solved a big portion of them.

'Farewell,’ this was it, she felt the connection breaking, possibly for forever, so she gathered as much breath as she could to call out across the discord of their separation.

I had arrived at my house speechless and tired. Too speechless and too tired in fact, that I could not think of any further words to describe my demise. I could say my heart was broken or that my soul was crushed but even descriptions such as those are inadequate for the sorrow I feel right now. The events that had occurred in the last 24 hours were all a jumble mess in my mind. What had happened between Daisy and I in the Plaza Hotel, the gruesome accident during our ride back home, the tears that ran down her cheek afterwards, the long hours I waited staring vacuously at her window, all of this was but a vague memory of the past. The only thing I could remember were the words Daisy said in front of Tom and I, oh how clearly it rings and echoes in my head, ‘I did love him once - but I loved you too.’ Such a mere sentence had the ability to prove not just the last five years of my life meaningless but my reason of being too. ‘Too’! I never knew such a simple word could bring upon such anguish and pain.

No no NO!!” All my emotions hit me like a train. Both of us started to cry. I started shaking harder and pulled a pillow to my chest. J started sobbing and yelling at me at the same time. I tried to speak to J and tell them that we had to break up, that it was the only thing that made sense. I had to hear their voice break with every word, to hear them so utterly heartbroken and it was all my fault. I sat on the floor and put my arms on their shoulders to hold them still. J looked into my eyes and then shoved my back hard, throwing me against the wood of my bed. They stood up and started to rip off the necklace and bracelets I made them and threw them at me. I couldn’t speak anymore and I just listened as J yelled at me. They said I’d betrayed them, that I was the only good thing in their life and I was ripping away their happiness, that I was wrong and that it was all my fault, and a billion other things that all hit me like knives to the chest. J came closer to me and I looked up in time to see their hand coming at the side of my face, hitting me hard enough to knock me sideways. J then turned around and stood there crying while I laid on the floor. Then they spun back around quietly and sat down, completely calm. They smiled in a way I’d never seen them smile before, and I felt petrified to the core. They knew they had me with what they said next. “Maybe you’ll care more when you see my name in the obituary.” I broke. I started having a severe panic attack,

He continued as he drove, “My third daughter, has not figured out yet she cannot fix what is broke. The bigger the boy’s problem the more her heart bleeds out of control. I have already told her she needs to stop mothering them and needs to set the expectation of being their girlfriend so they can move forward in life. Set a timer and put it on the shelf, its three years max that her relationships last. She has never gotten a proposal for marriage, when she changes focus and starts to insist. The relationship stops and the pattern repeats itself all over again. My fourth daughter, thinks she is the best thing the world has created, identical to her mother. Except, she can’t hold down a job but wants her boyfriend of ten years to marry her. She drops huge hints for him to propose but I see no willingness from his part. I think she has exhausted him. He is fine the way things are. She thinks she is high maintenance because my wife spends her entire paychecks on her, you know the baby of the house. If you let her stand on her own two feet she will fall face first. Despite their issues, I love what I have before me. But our jobs as parents is not enviable. Give them wings to fly, fall and crash until they can do landings.”

“I’ll be there in a second,” I replied. I was nowhere near ready and did not think I’d ever be. Last thing I wanted to do was attend this funeral. For the next few months, I could only imagine the “I’m sorry for your loss” from every person I encounter. One of my biggest pet peeves is having people feel sorry for me. I was the one who tried to keep the family together now it seemed as if I was weak. Innocent little Rose had no idea what her future would hold and I had no idea of how I was supposed to tell her about her mother. Good thing I still have time. As I took one last look in the mirror I gave myself a pep talk before things got real. “Just because it’s over does not

“Goodnight kids. Love ya’ both. ” Sighing, I shut the thin white door behind me as I make my way to the stairs, carefully avoiding the fourth step, which upon contact would creak so loudly it would pierce the tranquility of the night. At first turning left to go into the kitchen, I stop to look at his beautiful picture hanging by the rusted fridge handle. Staring at me is his face, strong and confident, and his caring smile, his skin, the color of beautiful chocolate, smooth and flawless. In his arms carrying our two beautiful girls. Oh, how I can smell his scent of aftershave and cigarettes embracing me. The thought of how he had to leave and so suddenly piercing my heart. Feeling tears slowly start to fill my eyes, I see how our girls